Vistas of people walking by the pier tonight
Seagulls dipping at reflections below
Harbor lights burn casting fire glows
On the water
Fleets of bicycle bells coasting away
And smell of corn roasting
By day children's legs swing
Wings beneath their chairs
Three pairs of perfectly illogical
Pendulums in the air
While their mothers sing take me away
Three days till the weekend

Vistas of people walking by the pier tonight